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Object of change (II)

KillingSharp

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on: June 28, 2019, 11:01:48 AM
Object of Change...



(Chapter II, The Appointment)



Overview



On the way back from a party, a couple are assaulted on the road. Moved to a stable by their four assailants, the man is tied and beaten and the woman subjected for 4 hours...







When I was able to finish dressing, and regain a little dignity, I approached to help my husband who was lying on the floor, battered by the beating of those men.



My body was sticky and dirty, and I could barely stand my own smell.



I picked him up and how I could get him in the car.



"I'm sorry, darling..." he said to me... "I couldn't do anything..." he lamented imploringly.



"Don't worry... it was better that way, otherwise they might have killed us..."



"But you..." insisted the... "you had a very bad time..." said trying to comfort me....



"Don't worry... it's over..." I said, putting myself behind the wheel of the car...



I started and in a few minutes we entered the garage of our chalet...



He was a little more animated...



"If I hadn't been tied up and beaten..." he lamented nonetheless...



But my head was beginning to lucubar, perhaps because of the shock received and the lack of sleep, strange sensations ...



"Leave it... let's get some sleep..."



We go up to the bedroom of our comfortable and comfortable house...



I went into the bathroom and prepared a warm bed of water in the bathtub where I was going to immerse myself for at least a couple of hours...



He lay on the bed... murmuring... "tomorrow we'll report him to the police..."



The police...? that the police painted there, those men knew where we lived, and they had promised to collect again, so we'd better wait for their visit and then....



My husband fell asleep and I went into the bathroom...



Already in front of the mural mirror I contemplated me carefully...



For almost 15 years, I had been a single man, and just a few hours ago, my body had been the toy and enjoyment of four males, younger than my husband and therefore perhaps more eager to enjoy...



I slowly took off the dirty and shredded clothes, which only the night before had been the sensation of the party...



The party...!!, what a party...?, for me the party remained in my memory as something strange, something distant, something that seemed unreal in front of the four hours lived intensely in that stable, alone, naked, in front of those four insatiable men....



I slowly immersed myself in the warm bed of water, and let me be enveloped by its fragrance and its repairing caress on my mistreated skin...



In the mirror, I had seen the reddish-brown signs of those men's belts on my buttocks and part of my back as I seemed to hear again their cracking in the air and their sharp pain on my skin... and those two "X's" that marked my buttocks as the marks of the cattle...



Now with the water and the bath salts, my wounds hurt me but at the same time they were healed after what I lived...



Little by little my mind went blank, and my body was immersed in that repairing bathroom...



I woke up suddenly, feeling cold..., I tried to get up but I was numb, inside the bathtub, which now seemed uncomfortable because the water had cooled down....



I listened slowly... there was not a sound in the house... look at the digital clock in the bathroom... it was 10 o'clock in the morning....



I came out of the bathroom and reached for the towel... I wrapped myself in it and went out into the bedroom...



On the bed without undressing, my husband slept with a gesture of pain on his face...



I looked at him slowly... I had done what I could, I'm sure the other way around, I couldn't have done anything... even as that guy fucked me on the hood of the car and the other men beat my husband, I didn't feel guilty?



Wait a minute...!!, I suddenly realized that I hadn't felt guilty almost since I was tied to the car...



The excitement... the fear... I looked inside for justification to those hours of forced sex, but not rejected...



My husband turned in bed... "No...!!!, don't do it, please...!!!! No...!!!", he said over and over again...



I approached him and kissed him on the forehead...



Now if I felt guilty... guilty of having corresponded to that lascivious kiss of the leader of the group...



guilty of having enjoyed every penetration, every sensation received on my skin... even guilty of that pain that macerated me with every whiplash that left its signature on my body, of those two men...



I dropped the towel, I lay down on the bed so that I could contemplate myself naked in the mirror...



I was surprised to see my pussy completely shaved, I had almost forgotten the work they did...



"35 years..." I said out loud..." and this body doesn't deserve anything more...?"



I frightened myself when I listened to those reasonings...



I looked in the mirror again... and began to caress myself, while I saw behind me my husband sleeping on the bed...



I began to caress my breasts, slowly, recreating myself in my already hard nipples, lifting those two beautiful spheres that those men had handled and sucked...



I lowered my hands down my stomach, remembering how his semen had slipped over that skin...



I got to my pussy, and little by little I put one, two... three fingers... while a warm heat rose from the center of my legs to the root of my neck...



I was masturbating remembering those four men possessing me through all my holes...



The orgasm was spectacular and my groans were about to wake up my husband who turned restless with his nightmare...



I turned to see the two marks on my buttocks... "X"... it was the symbol of sex... it was marked for sex... and it had to be sex...



Suddenly I remembered the boss clearly... "You'll let me fuck you another day... bitch..." his words floated in my brain... "She's a good whore... you can make a dough out of her with high-level contacts..."



I fucking face... and why not...?



There was the not-so-young maybe 28 or 30 years old, dark, with a good body, smiling at me... "We're going to have a great time, bitch..."



My husband lately was not going through a good time in business, maybe I could help ... and I already knew how ...!!!



But... I was justifying myself... no, it wasn't to help him... it was because that night, there with those four men, a new female had appeared in my...



I dropped on the carpet looking at myself in the mirror...



Suddenly there was a noise in the living room...



I put on a robe and set out to go down... look at the clock, it was after 10:30 in the morning, but what day...?.... Saturday... I remembered suddenly...



I came out of the bedroom and slowly walked down the stairs...



"Good morning... ma'am..." Listen from below....



She was the maid who came on Saturdays to make the house...



"Good morning..." I said without much enthusiasm...



I must have looked awful despite the bath, because I looked like someone who sees a ghost ...



"Have you slept badly...?", I wonder...



If she knew she hadn't even slept and what had happened...



"If a bad night..." I said to him...bad...?, because bad, thinking about it slowly perhaps it had been a magnificent night... or not...?... four men for me alone, and thinking about it a pity that my husband resisted at the beginning, because he could have participated in the party and fucked me like everybody else....



!! But what was I thinking...!!!....



"A coffee...?", she asked me...



"Yes thank you... I'll be right down...", I said going back to the bedroom...



My husband was still sleeping, now with the most relaxed gesture...



"You missed it..." I said softly to his ear... "We could have missed it too, the six of us...!!!"



I went into the bathroom, while I heard that he was waking up...



"How about heaven...?" I asked him from the bathroom...



"Very bad..." he replied..." you had to call the police... and tell them everything..."



I came out of the bathroom a bit angry... "If and tell them that while you were tied up, four guys fucked me, they fucked me, they whipped me...!!!... I'm sure that with the details they'll ask us to write a book or a movie..." I replied enraged....



"And then what they commented in the police station..., that if I am so good that I don't miss them, that it hurts not to have been there..." I turned to him..." and from you... from you... they will say...? that you are a cuckold, that you didn't know how to defend me...!!!... leave it....!, we better keep it for ourselves..." and I went back to the bathroom slamming the door....



The poor man must have been amazed, for I myself was astonished at my own reaction...



What was happening to me...?, I had decided to enter the game that those men had put before me...? And if that's how my husband painted in everything and how to tell him...



Suddenly I remember a story read in the newspaper a few months ago about a man who hired two masked men to rape his wife in his own house, because the man was not satisfied with her sexual behavior....



It was my husband, I'm sure he hadn't reacted yet...



I opened the door and came out...



"Sorry..." I said hugging him..." but I think we should talk slowly before saying anything to anyone..."



I was only in my underwear and I realized that I was also a good specimen of man, not as young as those of the previous night, but even better, with more experience and well-endowed....



I began to kiss and caress him...



"Look I think maybe it's not the time..." he started to tell me, as he tried to get rid of my hug...



"Like it's not the time..." I said surprised...



"I understand...!!!" and at that moment my evil malice left me astonished at what my lips said... "of course I'm not just yours anymore...!!!, it will be true that I'm a whore and that maybe you should exploit me and be my pimp...!!!" I shouted at him out of my...



He stared at me astonished, at what my lips spit...



"No love... "I try to fuck myself, "what happens is I'm still confused..." and he hugged me kissing me on the back of the neck....



But while I felt her warmth and her kisses ran through my neck, the fight inside me was frightful, on the one hand my wife's fidelity made me reject everything that happened, but at the same time a very hot woman arose inside me and recreated herself in the lived experience while a sensation of anxiety ran through my skin...



I gave myself to him... thinking of the four men from the previous night and we enjoyed fucking for the rest of the morning...



…………



When I woke up, I looked around as if I woke up from a dream, from a bad dream...



There on the bed she was, with that magnificent body and those fantastic 35 years, which were the envy of all her friends and the desire of our friends...



Once in the company, some advisor had thrown me some hints about my wife's beauty, but although that made me feel proud, no one clearly dared to express their desire, perhaps because of what I was the boss and...



Looking at her naked on the bed I remembered that a few hours ago we had enjoyed together ... she has always been very good at sex, and especially learned quickly ...



I remember a trip I had to make to Singapore, from which I brought him a sex tape from there... postures were learned and I was surprised a few days later dressed in oriental style...



Suddenly an anguished sting ran across my chest and lodged in my stomach...



The night before...!!!, when we came back from the party...!!!, that was not a dream... it was reality, how could I forget it like that...!!!!



I looked at the clock, it was about three o'clock in the afternoon... the maid had surely left already, and in her discretion did not want to wake us....



I put on a robe and went down to the living room.



On the table I saw a note from the maid saying that there was food in the fridge and that she would see us next weekend....



At the end he added, "he called asking for the gentleman a certain Vincenzo and left this telephone number... " which corresponded to a mobile phone, " and he gave him memories for the lady, reminding her that they had a pending matter... to call him before four... otherwise he will call you..."



Vicenzo... a pending matter... souvenirs for the lady...



My brain tried to link all the data together with that phone number, because I did not remember any client or friend with that name and less that number ...



I sat at the table and picked up the phone...



It rang several times before someone answered the other side...



"Prego...?"



"Please, Mr. Vincenzo..."



"Whoever calls you... "I ask the voice



"I'm..." I hesitated because if I didn't know him maybe he didn't know me either... "Vera... is that he called me and left me a number to call him before four..."



"Ah yes..." said the man as if he knew perfectly who it was and added, "how about your wife...?"



"How...? "I asked in surprise, "Do you know my wife...?"



The man burst out laughing... "I sure know her...!!!, last night we were all together... don't you remember...?"



So it was them...!!!, I was mute and in me suddenly mixed a series of sensations, excitement, anger, fear ...



"Hey, are you still there...?" insisted the voice... "affectionate memories of that female... and I'll pass you to the boss..."



I didn't have time to answer, when after a metallic sound, I heard the voice of the Chief...



"Good afternoon... have you had a good rest...?" he asked solicitously and kindly, and before giving me time to answer he continued... "You see my friend, listen carefully and don't interrupt me... I hope you haven't thought of snitching to the police, because in that case they would have a very bad time... "you paused perhaps to make the threat clear...". Since you're a smart business person, I imagine you thought of my offer last night... remember...?"



Yes, I remembered her...!!!, "Yes..." I replied trying to show myself inflexible, "but certainly don't think,..."



"Don't think that...?" he interrupted me by abandoning his kind initial tone, "listen to me, you don't know who you're dealing with and even the company level problems you may have... capisco?"



I almost couldn't answer and he continued, "I want her to be alone this afternoon..." and he emphasized, "THE ONLY...!, at 7 o'clock in the direction I give her next..." and after repeating the address to me several times he continued, "and of course I want the little skunk dressed properly, because I have to present her to some possible clients...".



She seemed to guess my insecurity because she kept yelling at me, "and I don't admit excuses!!, a car will pick her up...!!!" and after saying this she hung up.



I was surprisingly dejected, seated, looking in that direction that I myself had written down on the note of the maid....



And I began to remember everything that happened the night before...



It was all nebulous until the moment when we stopped to help those men, and as we suddenly found ourselves moored by them...



My brain was trying to order what had happened, but only in bits and pieces did the images, sounds and sensations lived during that night reach me...



Like when the man began to rub her and tear off her clothes tied to that tree...



And then I realized that something was shaking inside me as I remembered one by one the situations to which my wife was subjected...



I was getting excited to remember how those men abused her at will...!!!



An electric current ran down my back, as I remembered how they mercilessly whipped her tied to the car, and my penis began to stir...



For a moment I even thought that it was a shame not to have a camera to have filmed everything that had happened...



I was thinking about all this when he took his voice from my thoughts from the door of the living room...



"Who were you talking to, sweetheart?"



I turned around and I saw her there in front of me, with her gown barely covering her beautiful nudity, leaning on the corner of the door...



"Business stuff..." I lied to her, surprising myself by it... " you've rested already..." and looking at her with affection I said...



"We have to talk..." We both agree in saying it...



"Did Mary...? "I ask approaching the table.



"Yes... and he left a note saying that there is food in the fridge and... " then I realized that if I saw the note I would ask for that guy and the call, "... what do you think if we had dinner outside today...?" I asked him, discreetly making the note disappear under some newspapers....



"I don't know..." he replied, sitting before me, "I want to stay at home today, after what has happened we must talk...



"Already ... but we can talk over dinner somewhere and then go alone to dance ..." I took a hand, "like newlyweds ..." my brain worked at full speed to take the situation to the order given by Vincenzo ....



I was getting more and more excited about that situation and I was looking forward to a new opportunity to see her enjoy herself with other men...



"Well my love, if you want..." said mimosa leaning on me...



"Look, I think last night should bring us closer together..." I looked her in the eye trying not to make her realize my desire, "and try to enjoy together all that we have and that surrounds us..."



"That's what I wanted to propose to you..." he said purring in my ear, "I think what happened last night made me think about the past and the future of our relationship..." and gave me a long kiss on the lips, while my hands slipped over his body and took off his robe, leaving him completely naked.



Gently I made her get up and stand before me... I had to think of something to put on the sexy clothes that Vicenzo had asked me and although I knew that in a few moments, I would fuck her again right there in the living room, devise something so that they could take her to them at seven... without her suspecting anything until it was too late....



I got up and hugged her as I turned her around and pushed her gently towards the table...



Then something inside me transformed, I took off my robe and took it to one of the chairs in the living room...



I sweetly forced her to put herself on all fours and contemplated her for a few moments... before approaching her and possessing her dog style...



"So... so my love... I fucked like a bitch..." she told me very excited...



My penis began to possess that cave that with total security, hours later, one or more strangers would penetrate, perhaps with tenderness as towards me at that moment... or perhaps savagely....



We fucked like crazy, and we enjoyed ourselves to the fullest... but I couldn't stop looking at the clock in the living room, whose hands were inexorably advancing towards seven o'clock in the afternoon....



When we finished, I lifted it gently and we headed for the bathroom...



"You'd better take a warm bath, while I reserve a table in some restaurant...", I said while kissing her on the neck...



"I will, love..." he said, corresponding my kisses with caresses...



He went into the bathroom and I went back to the living room, thinking about how to fulfill Vicenzo's objective...



After a few moments I thought I'd find the solution...



It was almost six o'clock when she came out of the bathroom... perfumed, well combed and with that body and that soft skin, when I saw her for a moment I felt guilty of what would happen hours later....



"Have you already made the reservation...?" he asked me honeyed...



"If... and it's a surprise..." I said while I thought I didn't imagine how much a surprise it would be...



I accompanied her to the bedroom... "Well, honey, I don't have to tell you to get sexy and radiant, because the surprise I've prepared for you deserves it..."



I went back to the bathroom, where I got under the shower maybe trying to make the water that fell on me clean the feeling of guilt that ran through my skin...



…………………………………………



When he returned to the bathroom, I stood there, naked in front of the bedroom mirror... for a moment, while I enjoyed him in the living room and treated myself with that tenderness, I had forgotten the nightmare of the previous night, and my husband's behavior had given me strength, to overcome my doubts....



I felt happy again and the memories of the previous night seemed very distant to me, like a nightmare that was definitely moving away from our lives.



(To be continued...)


 

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